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"Tsk, tsk... I'm in love with a dirty liar."
"It does," he admitted. "But I look like I have bumblebee wings."
"You're a businessman, Mr. Craw. I would expect you to read every contract thoroughly." Poppy was looking down at the contract with something...
"For how long?"
There was a silence again, and he didn't look at her, his shoulders shaking slightly.
"It's true that you're a liar?"
Briar's wings were wrapped up in a silky, weighted, grey material, and he kept glancing over his shoulder to glare at them. "This is a look."
He folded his arms across his chest. "You signed the contract."
She grinned, obviously delighted. "Now what?"
His eyes instantly darted to her hands as if searching for a weapon. There was a silence as he slowly returned to the current moment, blinking...
"A big, ol', stinky liar."
(Where to?)
He raised an eyebrow, frowning at Francis. "I beg your pardon?"
She began meticulously dripping the wax on the papers.
This action seemed almost too much for him, and he pulled away instantly, turning back to face her suddenly, his eyes wide with dread as he...
"You're such a liar," she murmured quietly in his ear.
(Zoop?)
The text was small and hard to read. The initial paragraphs seemed to be general contract requirements, but there was a clause at the end that...
She reached for the candle quickly.
He was clearly tense, his head bent slightly.
